Wade bowen - To live is to fly

Days up and down they come, like rain on a conga drum
Forget most, remember some, don’t turn them away.
Everything is not enough, and nothing is too much to bare
Where you’ve been it’s good and gone, all you keep is the gettin' there

Oh, to live is to fly,
Both low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes.

We all got holes to fill, them holes are all as real
Some fall on you like a storm, sometimes you dig your own
The choice is yours to make, time is yours to take
Some sail up on the sea, some toil upon the stone.


Oh, to live is to fly,
Both low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes.

Goodbye to all, my friends, it’s time to go again
Think of all the poetry and the picking down the line
I’ll miss the sister beer, the bottom's low and the treble's clear
But it don’t pay to think too much on the things you leave behind.

Oh, to live is to fly,
Both low and high
So shake the dust off of your wings
And the sleep out of your eyes.

Shake the dust off of your wings
And the tears out of your eyes.

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